June was you
and warm summer
nights of moon-blued
sand dune resting
just beyond the shore,
breezes swirling chrome
into your hair –
emerald eyes
fires in living night.
Bound together
against the breeze
the soft of your cheek
nestled next to mine
the canvas sky painted
stars of blue and gold
and I carved your name
into the moon.
Lying there
with summer in us
you whispered
the waves in my ear
and dreamed me
an afternoon sun
with you the blanket.
of the sky.
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breezes swirling chrome
into your hair –
emerald eyes
fires in living night.
Still loving this. . .second time around, and this is always a good thing
thanks again for the memories.
jin -
Pismo
I lived just a mile away in Shell Beach. The old roller rink no longer attracts us on Friday nights, but the Clam Chowder is still the best in California.
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Ohmy.
Garrison.
There are too many things I can say about this write. I wont here, but I will say here I love this. I love Pismo, and I spent many many a wonderful time there.
With someone special. Just like this.
I should've married that guy, he really loved me.
What can I do now?
anyway, awesome poem, beauty extraordinaire...owowow!
jin
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A reminiscent beauty. I'll never stop reading your love poetry, sensual escapes.
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what's with the title, though? A place?
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Yes, Pismo Beach in central California. I know, the title is a little vague to most, which means about 99.999% of the people reading it. I guess I should have at least called it Pismo Beach. It is a beach that is backed by sand dunes and you have to walk over them to get to the beach. At night people lie between the dunes and engage in a wide range of behaviors and walking out to the beach at night you have to be careful not to step on folks.
So, there you go.
Garrison -
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ah! ok...I figured that, but was not entirely sure...
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"Lying there
with summer in us
you whisper
the waves in my ear"
beautiful!
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the first two lines and the last two lines are my favorite
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Aaaah.
You make me sigh.
How beautiful you write this love letter of a poem for your love.
Thank you for making me a peeping tom.
Love
Myra
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